Paranoia by Samer Zeidan (best classic literature txt) 📖

she directly went to stand up to Christine, yet she was gone. She wasn't there. All that was there was her and a bloody red room and a dead body underneath her. Her hands were shrouded in blood, the blood of a man she cherished more than anything, a man who she had recently murdered without a second thought. Mary saw what she did, it took as much time as is needed to see and acknowledge, yet she eventually did; she understood the evil deed she had submitted; however, it was past the point of no return now. She let out a cry of anguish into the night, a cry that didn't stop until all her breath was spent; she inclined down close to him and, with a last swift move, cut her very own throat to join her sweetheart in death.
It didn't take long until the neighbours began gushing into her home, and the alarms started humming in her ears. She heard them all, and she listened to the calls of the individuals; she listened to the emergency vehicle and the police; however, she couldn't make a solitary move she laid there, and a couple of moments later she, herself, was gone. Back at the lab, the county sheriff joined the specialist. At the same time, a post-mortem examination was being led on Mary's body to check for drugs. The sheriff accepted that maybe medications caused her to submit the egregious demonstration that she did. The specialist appeared to be suspicious of that; he seemed to have various musings, for he seemed inclined to see her previously. He delayed the post-mortem examination and pardoned himself, making a point to plan the post-mortem examination for the following day.
At the point when the day came, and the sheriff, along with the mortician, was present in the lab, the specialist arrived with a document in his grasp and a pitiful yet alleviated look all over.
- ''Here you go, investigate, sheriff.''
- ''What's this doctor?''
- ''Marylin Jay, previous patient in Britannica asylum. The young lady you see dead before you are, truth be told, is a previous patient at the refuge I used to work; she was my patient. It appears she had a phoney ID and had a few plastic medical procedures to a great extent, yet I realized that I had seen her previously.''
- ''Is this a joke? How could this be? Why wasn't it reported before?''
- ''It was sheriff, for a long time now. However, nobody had the option to discover her until now that is. You see -Miss Jane -here had an occurrence that caused her to go berserk; she found that her life partner and her closest companion were having an affair. Three years prior, before she got frantic and went to the refuge, she murdered them both, the guy I don't have the foggiest idea about his name, yet I recall her companion's name as Christine.
- ''How did you know?''
- ''You see, after she slaughtered them, she got distraught and, in the long run, capricious accepting that her companion Christine was yet alive. She couldn't consider that she had executed her. Thus she had made up an entirely different reality in her mind that her friend was yet alive. She used to converse with herself and have contentions, reasoning that she was chatting with Christine. She eventually got away from there back when the shelter burst into flames, and we never saw her again, until now, that is. They looked for her everywhere along with the assistance of sheriff Montgomery your predecessor, yet without any avail. The case was eventually closed, and it was believed that she had died, yet for all that time that uneasy inclination floated over my heart as though I realized that she was yet alive, until now.''
Story by Samer Zeidan Imprint

Text: Samer Zeidan
Images: none
Cover: BookRix
Editing: Samer Zeidan
Translation: none
Layout: none
Publication Date: 05-22-2020

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To My Mother FADWA SHAMI